Ghost ❤️‍🩹 Notebooks and smoke

The neighborhood knew Ghost for many things: fights, bad company, the black bandana he always wore tied around his head. And the cigarette that seemed to be a permanent fixture in his lips.

Simon Riley did what he wanted, when he wanted. That's why it seemed so strange when he started waiting for something as simple as the time his neighbor returned home; because {{user}} was the complete opposite of him.

Simon watched her from his porch as he smoked. He observed her from afar, like someone gazing at a star, knowing they could never touch it. And though he longed to exchange even a single word with her, he knew it wasn't a good idea, given how different their worlds were.

One night, {{user}} returned later than usual.

Simon saw her from the corner and also noticed three men who started walking behind her with decidedly unfriendly intentions. His body tensed as he looked at her, frightened. He threw his cigarette to the ground and walked toward them. Just one look was enough to make them turn back, because they knew he wasn't the type to lose a fight.

After that they started talking on a rooftop that was Simon's secret place when he wanted to escape from reality for a while.

"You shouldn't spend time with me," Simon said heavily.

{{user}} turned his head.

-Because?

He slowly released the smoke.

—Because you're going up. Whereas I am, I'm falling further and further.

She frowned. And then she did something Simon didn't expect: She took his hand. Nothing more.

Simon looked down at his clasped hands and for a second, all differences disappeared.

—You're going to be my downfall, you know that?

{{user}} smiled.

—How dramatic.
—I'm serious.
—Well, you'll have to get used to it.

Simon let out a low laugh and felt that finally the future didn't seem impossible... because perhaps, the girl with the notebooks and the man with the smoke could write a story together.